Don Giovanni, K. 527, Act II: "Zitto! lascia ch'io senta"

歌詞

(in the background) Turn it up (c'mon) 9 (everybody) 8 (c'mon louder) 7 (louder) 6 (louder) (Skillz over background) Uh yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, drop my singin debut Do the damn thing - like this C'mon baby! Uhh, yeah, get my, uh-huh, yeah, uhh, uhh Yeah, uhh... uhh... uhh, yo I'm a problem, you better off callin Jake Before you see me you'll see X doin the Harlem Shake Ask your man who own the state, I know the album late But when it's this hot shit you 'posed to wait Son I spit like fo' bars Then I got Kevin Liles on the 2-way offerin fo' cars Skillz get the same cash For the past two years I've been windin it up like Dame Dash Ahead like no other, check "From Where???" First nigga to pop his collar on the album cover Far as battlin, y'all cats'll get hurt We can pull out 2-ways, I'll bust yo' ass over your alert I'm back, don't slip now; I ain't worried 'bout you ballin hard nigga, you on your fifth Loud Trust me I'm gon' stay You need to keep your nose clean muh'fucka, I own V-A, c'mon (Chorus: singer) + (Skillz) S.K.I., L.L.Z. V-A MC (do the damn thing do the damn thing) S.K.I., L.L.Z. V-A MC (do the damn thing do the damn thing) (Skillz) So if, he the shit I'ma flush the guy With a sick-ass flow that'll crush the guy Hordes of metaphors that'll rush the guy Type of shit make Bust say "AH-HA, AH-HAH!" Ha! It's even worse at a show Cause usually I got whole front row full of hoes And they all be like ("louder") soundin like ("louder") Lookin like ("c'mon") you know like ("uhh") Yo, yeah it happens all the time Usually they find out I'm cute, give a fuck about a rhyme You got to trust me kid When I hear y'all spit I don't do shit but miss the fuck outta Big And that's real, tell me what's wrong The reason that you can't get a deal cause you can't make songs Yo as far as spittin flames Get a Oscar nigga, actin like you don't know my name, tell 'em (Chorus) (Skillz) So let the poppers pop, and the breakers break You can, bounce and rock, or you can roller skate Yo, I want tall money, clown if I stack it and it fall, half of it'll land outta town Yo, I gotta get the crown How you sayin that you in the game when you know you outta bounds Try to put the heat to my jaw I'ma have dogs poppin up like it's meat on the floor And yo, I spit fly from the door Walk backwards talkin shit like I'm guidin a tour Ha, these rap niggaz sayin nothin Fuckin with me nigga, you musta bumped your head or somethin Y'all cats is real funny E'rybody goin platinum, ain't nobody gettin platinum money I came to drop fellas Leave you with nothin under yo' ass like a acapella, c'mon (Chorus) - 4X (first and fourth time without instrumental)